Everyone knows about the rumored subliminal sexual messages littered in animated Disney films, but what about its affluent CGI cousin? Pixar has somehow evaded scrutiny despite the fact that it still earnestly wears a Che Guevara shirt and rhythmically taps a bongo on the sidewalk of your financial district. Are these films radical? Absolutely. Are they revolutionary? That, I contend, is their red-eyed goal.